I only looked at him.
Dylan's eyes are teary. He, who always tries to act strong, hides his emotions as if they were something he could tuck away in a drawer. But that night… no. That night he lets himself be seen. And so do I.
When we finally stand up, after many clumsy attempts and several laugh, people gather around. Hugs, kisses, congratulations. Everyone seems as happy as we are. And that was what excited me the most: seeing how our love has changed not only us but also those around us.
They hand us two glasses of sparkling wine, we toast under lights that resemble stars, and for a second, I believe we are dancing in the sky.
Then they bring out the cake (because, as Dylan says, there's no celebration without sugar), photos, a surprise video that almost makes me cry again, and a s
